…then today I’m definitely a 9.
But Howard loved the Eggplant Parmesan. And though he is sweet to me, he is a harsh critic because he is normally the cook in this family, and he does a very good job, so I guess he has the right to be. I even cut up a beautiful Roma Tomato for him. And I don’t do tomatoes. Ugh.
I did, however, ditch the carrot cake idea because I was pressed for time. So I relied on the old standby, Coconut. Which he loves anyway and always complains because I make it for everyone else EXCEPT for him.
I never told him what I was GOING to make. Didn’t want to ruin his birthday, ya know?
My memaw called and sang Happy Birthday to him. I think she loves him more than me. Waaaah!
Luckily, I’m not the jealous type.